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Friday, May 23, 2014

"Huff, finally it's break time," she took off her apron and sipped a glass of refreshing iced black tea.

"Are you just actually complaining?" suddenly one of her friend asked her. She raised her eyebrows.

"Me? Complaining?"

"Yes, I never heard you complain about something before. But you just had a heavy sigh."

She laughed.

"I am not complaining anything. I am tired, I need a deep breath. A deep breath makes you feel good."

***

That was a short conversation between me and my friend at work, yesterday. I was pretty tired and plus, I was so hungry. When he noticed I just had a heavy breath, he misunderstood me that I was just complaining. The fun part when actually he said "I never heard you complain about something before".

Complaining is not my choice to do. Why I have to complain about doing a job that I love, why I have to complain about have a good health, why I have to complain about three-times-meals (even more than that!) everyday, why I have to complain about a blessed life?

Whenever I feel so miserable and start to complain about any kind of circumstances, I must know that I have more than I deserve already. I am nothing. God reminded me this morning that I am only made from dust. I am like a little wildflower, grows quickly, but when the hot wind blows, it dies. But because His love stands forever, He makes me become everything.

Today reminds me to always be joyful and enjoy everyday in my life. Complaining won't add any time in my life, it's only wasting my time. And please note, heavy sigh or take a deep breath are not a sign of complaining. They only make you feel better. Especially when you need some food. (:

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

You’re not a kind of guy I wanted.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You don’t read book. I wanted my guy could spend
whole day with me strolling around in a bookstore. Choosing our favorite books
and talk about it while shipping our fresh brewed coffee.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You eat very healthy. Geez, I love fried food. I
love eating chicken wings, I love eating fish chips. And I love everything
sweet like milk tea and cheesecake.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You don’t speak romantic. I wished my guy wrote me
cheesy poem and read it for me as a bedtime story. Or maybe surprises me with a
bucket of roses in the morning, tells me that I am loved.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You don’t play piano. I was once dreaming about me
and my guy, spend whole night together in an old music class room (just like in
Secret!). I wanted my guy plays lullaby for me every night.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You own that muscular chest. I was always afraid
about a guy who owns that bulky body. Like he is ready to punch me anytime or I
would be disappeared by standing beside him.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted.

You don’t read book. But one time I finally
published my first book, you actually bought it, spent like three days until
finished it, tell everyone about it and can’t stop brag about how cool I am writing a book in front of your friends. And also you never complain when take me to
the bookstore. You even choose me a book that talks about healthy diet, which is
probably I need.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You eat very healthy. Because you ever said to me
that you want to live longer and spend the rest of your life with me. And I
remembered one time you bought a huge cheesecake at night when we walked down
the city, we ended up eat the whole cake and you were happy. Me happy too.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You don’t speak romantic. But once you surprised me
a lot of stuffed flowers on my birthday. And it doesn’t matter for you how
tired you are in a day, you still call me with that sleepy voice (and cute!),
make sure I sleep early and say me a good night word, have a sweet dream.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You don’t play piano. You play your guitar,
instead. Once we had a Sunday Service together, we didn’t care about playing
different chords, since together we praised Him, together we worshiped Him.
That’s more than enough.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted. You own that muscular chest. So that makes me feel
safe whenever I’m around you. And I know where I will go when I’m feeling
upset. I’ll drown my face, then find my face will be damped with all the tears,
and make your shirt wet. That time, you’ll just hug me tightly until my tears
stop.

You’re
not a kind of guy I wanted.

But
God knows me even better than I know myself. He sent me you, so that I am
always thankful, because I have the guy that I need.

Hi, I'm Jane! Millennial mom who can't function before morning coffee (pfft, mom..). I write 1-2 times a week. Sometimes it's mom talk, places we travel, our faith lesson, or maybe I'm telling you about some of my favorite things; food, books or movies. So glad you've found this blog, please stay awhile so we can be friends!